your block If you leave me you're out of your mind My baby is a 10 We dressing through the 9 He pick me up with 8 Make me feel so lucky 7 He kiss me
phatted But I'm slicker this year, I'm slicker this year, yea East born Beast candles on Lovely all over the city And your tape deck blasting 7 hours
I'm a monster, ill circus clown, I'm not a specimen Don't look at me funny when I come around And y'all been trying to figure me out for years Trying
grown man I kept it real in the streets 24/7, 365 blood sweat and tears and still steppin A soldier deep in the gangs feelin this pain For many years
Damn, say lil' mama What you need to do is drop that lame And come get wit a young fly *** like me This what I do 24/7, 365 a year, ya dig? Ha Baby,
intuition I created O.F. cause I feel we're more talented Than 40 year old rappers talking about Gucci When they have kids they haven't seen in years
Last night I hoped and wished I'd die in my sleep but no catharsis was granted to me Will this pain ever pass? The enchanting perfume of winter and
past is filled with liars I've spent 21 years replacing my old fears for new ones I've asked why, how and where More times than I care to remember I've got 7
it in your think, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LP's back on the shelf And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And you could get
think I'm a monster, ill circus clown Not a specimen, don't look at me funny when I come around A and R been tryin' to figure me out for years Tryin
My love for you is like a angel flyin' thru the sky like a bird in the winter, and your love for me is so deep, and sorta like a black rose cracking
Life is but a dream to me, I don't wanna wake up 30 odd years, been 'bout havin' my cake up So I'm 'bout my paper, 24/7, 365 366 in a leap year I don
the tow zone sign and just in time for you to avert your eyes said "good morning sir. have a nice day." she wears four wool winter hats all year round
got your health Times ain't what they used to be, but then they never were Looking forward to the good old days in my rocking chair If I knew ten years
HOPIN ON THE JET HE AIN'T WASTIN NO TIME TOLD ME ALL EXPENSE PAID ANYPLACE I COULD FIND HIT THE ISLANDS IN THE WINTER TRICKIN ALL ON HIS DIME AIN'T A
till here fingers were wet with sweat or blood! They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like Years, Till, now, on the stroke
ill circus clown, I'm not a specimen Don't look at me funny when I come around And y'all been trying to figure me out for years Trying to reduplicate
